Kingsize Miss America
I met a girl last night - she said, ‘they call me Miss America.
‘n I wear them stars and stripes but for the right price...I’ll be anything you like.
oh yeah, for the right price...’
she has to have her magazines to help her go to sleep
she says, ‘I used to run round Central Park but lately I’ve been feeling weak.
I’ll just grab something quick to eat...for the right price.
oh yeah, the right price...’
‘And these cigarettes will be my death if it ain’t this goddamn heat.
and sometimes I don’t know who I am - I don’t act right
but I will convince myself that it’s alright
yeh, I will convince myself that someone will save me from the night.’
yeah, she’ll go missing for days but nothing can ever shake her shame,
‘Too many have died in my name...’
but, man, you oughta see her face - the color of every race.
she could’ve been an actress
she says, ‘I’d never lie about my past but I will convince myself... for the right price.
yeh, I will convince myself that it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright...
yeh, I will convince myself that someone will help - yeh, I will convince myself...’
